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Underwater Opera House [Solo Acoustic Demos]

by Le Phone Cord

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1.
Freedom 03:25
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all my desire expired–– i don’t really wanna go to jail anymore. so i drop to my knees and i beg forgiveness, but i don’t really wanna be forgived anymore... a clock’s face––now hey that’s really somethin’ that i’d love to punch-in without workin’ a shift! but now even eternal rest requires punchin’ out the stone that’s been sealin’ your crypt… in gods we trust, in bods we lust until we’re clods of dust, so… what are the odds of us being two halves instead of two have-nots? let’s tie ourselves in knots until we’re the whole-iest! all my gardening tools tarnish and everything i love i just end up lettin’ grow. but ardence ain’t no flame retardant–– that’s why i find myself in front of this barber pole... at wit’s end with the insults, i challenge the mirror to a duel, or maybe duality... it’s time to reclaim myself and honor, and now––wait, shit, let’s make it two out of three! and so my “¡Adios!”es echo, bouncin’ ‘round the canyon as i cross The Border. ‘mongst lost counts and those tossed out––silence. was dyin’ then i decided i didn’t reside in Order. [chants of “red-ro,” “dre-or,” “rod-re,” “od-rer,” et cetera––i.e., “words” made up of the scrambled letters of “order”]
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Origins 04:33
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thy darlin’ ‘s been snarlin’ ever since ye left The Garden and thy newfound cock hardened. “another snake needs charmin’” she ribs, barrin’ a pardonin’… Lord, this double helix––peel it apart or unreel it to reveal its secrets… release us from The Wheel or else floor it un- til story’s end… “descents into base penchants block The Entrance for descendants!” I can say with all prescience… vengeance engines rendin’ apart defenses–– it’s relentless… once i was a miracle––object of tears and heart strings pulled… everyone could start over… now i lunge for my fungibles as i plunge towards The Underworld… ye’d broken thy covenant with thy very first government, now each must discover this: there’s no recoverin’ or touchin’ nothin’ sans oven mitts… rattled enough to saddle up and skedaddle deep into bluffs–– roughshod and tumbleweed… it’s humbling to ford the streams of each other’s dreams, flower, bumblebee…
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Mermaids 08:44
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lo and behold: the cement on the beach! crumbling altars altered… a sea change unceased… revolve ‘round repeating Raptures… remove the timescales from our eyes as we gaze at naval plumb lines. water trickling off our bodies umbilically tra- ces the paths out of an inner space… cord evaporates–– the tapestry elapses into skies cyclic’- ly! hark! garbled codes and codas in seashells… questions of trees fallin’ lost when Babel fell… you can hear a pin hit the floor before the needle drops into the geologic record’s grooves… this threnody ‘s the only anodyne to rely on Anno Domini… dominoes in spiral patterns flow––spreading infections and wings alike… ripplin’ out from the nipple into lands of honey preserves–– inlets, outposts, ghosts, and garbage islands… sensory deprivation chambers submerged in erogenous zones grasped with mind and hand... arousal of the aureoles… depth charges in search of orgasm… the cell doors explode open! a soul is an egg that is pregnant–– vestiges build the nest… pluperfect clouds somnambulate through sewer systems and blue skies. mermaids in waves of spermicide (beached on farmland ‘midst reindeer)… the scents of salts haunt the collective dream–– the threat of waking up or falling asleep? auspicious reverse baptism… first breaths… the lungs swell like parachutes… the memories birthed and exhumed… scatter all of our ashes in the ocean and see that our grave is kept clean… transgender plants dance at land’s end… intersex symphonies, ascend! flavors on tongues lead to gnashings of teeth… machine’ries of death on the breath––but how sweet! the instinct to consume consumes… links form the first Chain, which we remain ensnared in even as we reign… is matter a property of consciousness? there’s no such thing as lactating syllables. locate brainstorms… you will find them in landfills. delphian muse, are we a wick or a fuse? we know the truth, but we do not know it’s depth… at the break of dawn i cracked an egg… at the break of dawn i cracked an egg. at the break of dawn i cracked an egg! Persephone has her day at the beach. is it Poseidon her prayer should beseech? like steam spurting up from the whale–– this isn’t a song, it’s a signal flare from an igloo aired in the glare…
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Tropics 05:18
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i wanna gentrify Hell… i wanna cleave a bell clean in half, count the rings… i want an atom smasher soul… i wanna sway down by the bay with hula girls… i wanna rip open your ribcage… i wanna torch song sing all along the seashore… i wanna cauterize calenture… i wanna colonize collapsed time capsules, sir… midnight, Volcano Island–– a sin, a sun, a sandy wilderness… there’s a pilgrim in The Void… nautical jewelry vibrates in ventricles… with the chords of Capricorn, she will flood bloodlines and celestial spaces... turning towards the burning, i will soak into your fault lines and salt flats… the witch that floats and the glorious boats that scooped her up and she became a sailor… the surfaces of the curvatures car- ry surfers into Celeste with style… the astral pro- jector gestures glow–– the vault of heaven’s evanescent ebbin’... the paradise in a pair of dice tossed glossed with ice and frost and lost forever…?
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Nerves 06:43
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radiatin’ weakly… speak to me through these seashells… overwhelm me, sweet thing––drown out bell tower’s hourly swell… well, all i could do was pray for you to bolt from out The Blue… all my stars are burned out, i ‘s just waitin’ for the news… we found filament farmhouse, bloomed beneath its blesséd roof... and so in lieu of a fixed fuse: the “night light” of your moon... fertilizin’ fresh nerves, caressed forth on the threshing floor… the pressure and the gestures… buds burst in the mud, thirst for more… but goddamn The Blues–– embrace the hues! until in grace subsumed… cremation, cross-pollination of the fates far flung… yet still under the gun, the pendulum like an ax swung… it’s a word you knew, that bird that flew… a pin to a balloon… shower steam opens up nostrils in gardens of green… passages are perfumed, waft above the curfew freely… those spaces abstruse where lace was loosed… the warm clouds rise, occlude… time is overflowin’, you’re flushed out in the run-off… diving board bends, buoy bell rings, and the echoes cross… i think Noah knew one thing––no, no! two!–– about a world renewed… the inner sanctum is not an incinerator, it’s an off-center soft sensitive tilled field. it’s not smoke, it’s ashes. still, the ghost i can’t grasp is what splashes the placid lake––memory. fog up all my mirrors, dear, write just what you want in them… hauntin’ abstract concept of hot breath… underneath the ribs sensations are twinned–– that’s Original Sin, where nerve endings begin.
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Ruins 07:07
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“it hurts like hell to exert myself!” i outburst out loud in this mercantile, absurd dogpile. “oh, let the trade winds blow off these clothes!” the starfish tears apart itself with a dark wish held against it’s astral counterpart, like every motherfucker we know… you lie on the track and die on your back. lives fly off the rack or are tied up in back of an unmarked trac- tor trailer bailed out to free-flow… my entrails pen tales of the future… i’m gonna need sutures… i spill my guts until they fill the ruts and there’s a shiver for each breeze blown… a usurped skull has a burst hull–– ‘s never reimbursed in full. how merciful to have the purse strings pulled like a tablecloth from ‘neath serene rows… you pervert yourself to preserve yourself, but the freeze frame melts and unleashed flames fell fever dreamscapes shelled as the aftermath of a sneeze snows… i’ve only ever loved as a favor… i was good at it, i guess… now i hail a cab in Hell… and i’ll miss you all… i’ll catch your kisses in the wind… …please catch my kisses in the wind!

about

These songs were written between 2012 and 2015. Fairly fleshed out arrangements for a full band exist, but only in the mind of the songwriter, who has never been able to get a band together.

Each song was worked on for no more than one day and recorded live on an iPod Nano using the "Voice Memo" function. When possible/necessary/not totally inadvisable, the songwriter attempted to at least allude to what the full arrangement might sound like using various mouth noises. The singing is sometimes too quiet, but all lyrics are printed. If a song had to be significantly altered to fit the "solo acoustic" format, it is noted.

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released January 24, 2015

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Le Phone Cord Oakland, California

"Just a schmo like you or me.”
––David Thomas of Pere Ubu

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